Once more I was alone among a crowd of people, with nothing to depend on but my trust in Providence.

No friendly sympathetic being accompanied me on board.

All was strange.

The people, the climate, country, language, the manners and customs--all strange.

But a glance upward at the unchanging stars, and the thought came into my soul, "Trust in God, and thou art not alone." And the feeling of despondency passed away, and soon I could once more contemplate with pleasure and interest all that was going on around me.
Near me stood a poor mother who could not bear to part with her son.
Time after time she folded him in her arms, and kissed and blessed him.